Summer Snapshot–A Precious Big Deal


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NOT me, but my talented, plate juggling sister Laurie, mentioned below Serving is a First Class Business I was born and raised in Southern California, within bicycling and fireworks-watching distance of Disneyland. The summer I was 15-going-on-16, (the oldest of 5 children), my mother became a single parent. It was 1968 and she was barely making ends meet. Way…
Just when you think there’s going to be a breather between some professional sports championship or another, a new season starts. Remember the Sweet Sixteen in basketball? Done. Now we have baseball to think about. Our Seattle Mariners have already played several games—they’re about even for wins and losses—but I still can’t get used to…
“David began his arithmetic, in the 14th verse (of Psalm 71) with addition: “I will yet praise Thee more and more”; but he is fairly beaten in this first rule of sacred mathematics. His calculation fails him; the mere enumeration of the Lord’s mercies overwhelms his mind; he owns his inadequacy. Reckon either by time,…
Because I cannot do 500 words a day every morning and well, frankly, wonder at those who do. From my files (circa 2008, long before this blog.) ~~~~~~~~~ I hate it that I am so sporadic Inconsistent, not persistent, no straight ahead in a line to the finish. I’m distracted, side-tracked Stops and starts,…
“The heart has its own time. How incredibly fleet are the happy hours, and how leaden slow the sad ones. The clock cannot hurry the sorrowful minutes a jot, nor clip the wings of the joyous ones!” Gladys Taber, Stillmeadow Seasons When I was twelve years old I ran away. Well, not literally; I just…
Frequency There was always a tune in the heart of God A song that He sang over us. The melody came with a note from above A chorus from the Father of love. But the tune met resistance-titanium, stone Even water that blocked all the notes. Was everyone drowning, message nullified, absorbed? Perhaps the enchantment…